Bai Jing watched Li Xuanxiao approach her step by step, his features growing clearer beneath the sunlight.
There was still a smug smile on his face.
Bai Jing stared blankly at Li Xuanxiao.
Why?
How could he possibly still be alive?
Was this an illusion?
Bai Jing tried to rise.
Only after losing something did one understand how to cherish it.
Bai Jing understood the weight of those words.
At this moment, all she wanted was to hold the person before her tightly.
Bai Jing embraced him. "I thought..."
Bai Jing's words came to an abrupt halt. At that moment, the Myriad Souls Banner within her body severed her path to survival.
With a beckon of Li Xuanxiao's hand, the Myriad Souls Banner seemed to respond, flying out of Bai Jing's body and returning to his hand.
Bai Jing looked at him in disbelief.
"Wh... why?"
"Fellow Daoist Bai, how about entering my soul banner for a chat?"
Li Xuanxiao spread his five fingers.
At his movement, the Myriad Souls Banner began slowly revolving in his palm.
The patterns on the banner continuously shifted, sometimes resembling ferocious evil ghosts, sometimes twisted souls.
"Why? Why?"
Bai Jing continued asking.
"It's a long story..."
Li Xuanxiao adopted a thoughtful expression.
Bai Jing waited for his answer,
but at that moment, the Myriad Souls Banner flew from Li Xuanxiao's hand, killing Bai Jing completely and drawing her inside.
"Naive. I don't have the leisure to waste words on you. Every moment, every second I spent with you made me sick!
Still, I truly should thank you for gathering so many souls for me."
The Myriad Souls Banner returned to Li Xuanxiao's body, utterly satisfied.
Li Xuanxiao let out a long breath.
One of the Confucian academies, Xiangshan Academy, had been wiped out.
Only